Getting to Know Each Other
What kind of pathetic situation is this? I'm not some husband who's been kicked out after getting beaten up by his wife—I've been chased out by my own noona. We were kissing, my hand naturally drifted lower, and she told me to stop and get out so she could change. Even though we've already seen everything there is to see of each other, I still had to leave, which somehow earned me a smack. She told me not to mess around. "Hic." For some reason, it feels depressing. A husband who gets hit. No, a little brother. She didn't hit me that hard, but still. Do we really have to go this far? 'If she really loved me... would I have to catch her like catching a mouse?' Why is she trying to fix my habits and teach me the difference in our strength at the same time? Like pouncing on her and sucking on her chest for an hour, or licking her down there, tying her up so she can't escape and forcing her to keep climaxing. 'No, that method's way too perverted.' She's already a difficult woman to deal with. Even if I treat her well ten times, if she doesn't like something once, she gets sulky right away. If things go wrong, she might not even talk to me for a while. 'Anyway, I need some kind of groundbreaking method.'
While I was racking my brain like that, I heard the door creak open. 'Huh?' "Did you secretly catch and eat a mouse without telling me?" Why is noona suddenly doing something she never does? "....... Why. Is it that weird?" She'd put on a reddish lipstick. Now that I looked, she wasn't wearing her usual dull tracksuit either—she had on a flowing dress with a coat. Only then did it hit me. I finally realized what we were actually about to do. 'When a guy and a girl go out together, that's a date, isn't it?' "If it's really weird, I'll take it off." Noona looked sulky. Of course not. She went to all the trouble of dressing up for me, and that's what I say? "No. It's not weird. It's just... whatever you put on your lips is all going to end up in my mouth anyway." I ran over and planted kiss after kiss on the top of her head. The scent of her shampoo mixed with her own smell, soft and fluffy. "Who said you could do that?" "I did. And if you walk around looking that pretty, it's not allowed. It'll make me anxious. All the neighborhood guys will be staring." I kissed her forehead too. As expected, she'd put something there too. A bitter taste of cosmetics lingered on the tip of my tongue. "....... You'll be next to me anyway." "Still. I can't stand the jealousy."
Noona was so cute I thought I'd go crazy. She tried to look pretty for me. Makeup she wasn't even good at. Clothes she didn't usually wear. And then that shy, fidgety look. "Stop it already." When I tried to kiss her lips, she blocked me with her fingers. "Aish, now I have to redo my makeup." "Or I could find the places you didn't put anything on. Like here, for example." Poke. Poke. I jabbed at various spots on her body. Especially around her nipples. "Since it's not okay, just go get ready to leave." "I only need to put on shoes." "What? You're going out like that?" Noona looked horrified. "Isn't that pajamas?" "Pajamas, my ass. I only wear this when I go out." "It's still just tracksuit pants. The knees are all stretched out. Stop messing around and change already."
In the end, because noona nagged me, we both went into my room together. "You can't watch me change, but I can watch you?" "If I don't supervise you, you'll dress like an idiot. Besides, you enjoy this anyway. Pulling your pants down in front of noona." "I'm not that much of a pervert......." Showing isn't my thing. Watching her undress is what I like. "Don't talk back. Wear these pants." "Eh? They're uncomfortable." I grumbled, but I changed as told. "The top too. Stop wearing the same training clothes every day." "Only the color is the same—the brands are all different. I picked each one after careful consideration." "Then why waste money buying the same design? They're all the same. You told me to buy panties in different colors." "Black looks good on training clothes. Sweat doesn't show as much." "How nice for you. Wear this and the coat you wore to the wedding last time. Those two should work." "A turtleneck feels stuffy." "Too bad." "That's just how it is." As expected, I resisted with words but my body followed noona's instructions. I should restrain myself from this kind of thing. If I do everything she asks, noona's bad habits will only get worse. "Now you look a little less embarrassing to take out."
The siblings left the house together. "Agh. It's already stuffy." I grabbed the collar and yanked at it, and noona stopped me. "You'll stretch the clothes. Behave." "It's stuffy. Stuffy." "You're not a kid. Endure it." "You're the one who made me wear it." "Why is it my fault? If it's really uncomfortable, go lose some neck fat." "Say something that makes sense. I'll have to ask for something delicious later." "Do whatever you want." After leaving the apartment complex, I quietly reached for her hand, but noona quickly shook it off. "....... You don't like it?" "....... Later. We're still near our house. We might run into someone we know." "It's not like we even know the faces of the people in our building." "Anyway. What if weird rumors start?" 'She laughed it off when people called us newlyweds at the mart.' "By the way, where are we going? At least let me know the destination." I trudged along, matching noona's pace. "You'll know when we get there." If we keep walking like this, we'll reach the subway station. I still couldn't guess. If we were going on a date, I thought of typical places. The movie theater was in our neighborhood. If it was a famous restaurant, the timing was awkward—the place probably wasn't even open yet. Or a café with pretty interior design? She knew my personality well. She'd give me a long lecture about spending so much money on a single cup of coffee. Only after we got on the subway did noona quietly take my hand. It was a weekday morning, so the car was mostly empty. Amid the scattered passengers, the siblings sat side by side with their shoulders touching. "Haam. I took a long shower, so I'm sleepy now." When I yawned, noona grinned and stuck her finger in my mouth. I was about to suck on it when I remembered—we were on the subway. Even if there weren't many passengers, it would be embarrassing if we made too much of a scene. No matter how you looked at it, a guy and a girl who obviously looked like a couple sucking and licking each other... Cultured siblings should just hold hands. Let's restrain the affection. "How is it? Any inspiration coming?" "Not yet." "With me, your muse, right next to you, it'll work out somehow."
One by one, people got on and off. The noisy atmosphere actually made it easier to focus on each other. The occasional subway noise also helped hide the siblings' whispered conversation. "You're positive." "Better than being negative. You don't already have writer's block, do you? You've only serialized a few chapters." "I don't." "I've been thinking about it too, and we really need to add a bed scene. What else are those two going to do?" "You idiot. Keep your voice down." "Your voice is louder when you're cursing, you know? Anyway, the readers are probably waiting by now." "That's my problem to handle. You just worry about yourself." "Even when I'm worried, you get annoyed. Is it that time of the month?" "Don't pretend you're worried. You're just using the novel as an excuse to ask for it once. So you can use it as reference for what it feels like to be penetrated." "Noona, lower your voice!" It was lucky the announcement was playing, or people would've heard. "Then don't provoke me first. You always start it and then act like you're being considerate." "You're the one twisting everything. You've been handling it fine with just your imagination until now. Just write something rough and coast through one chapter." "You're worse than me, the actual writer." "Just watch a video and patchwork it together somehow. Like commentating on a sports match." "Thanks a lot. Some reader you are." "I'm giving advice as family before I'm a reader. The views seem decent too. I checked, and it's been on a downward trend lately, right?" "....... Yeah." "That's because you haven't written any bed scenes. People are getting bored because you keep dragging it out. They're thinking they'll read properly once the two of them roll around together." "......." "Honestly, your novel doesn't have a particularly special story. It's just sucking and licking on a single track." "Still, everyone says it's fun." "It is fun, but it's not something you follow along reading. You can roughly predict what's coming next." "Haa. I guess so."
Kiruk, kiruk. While we were talking about this and that, the sound of seagulls came through the speakers. "Oh, we have to get off now." Following noona's urging, I stood up. 'What? The place she wanted to come to was the sea?' It took a long time to get here, but once we decided to go, it wasn't a big deal. Holding noona's hand, I headed for the exit. A fishy sea smell hit me. "But is there going to be a beach scene?" "Why? You don't like it?" "No. It's not that. I was just curious." "I'm going to put it in a flashback scene. Remembering old memories. How we ended up like this. How siblings became that kind of relationship." "Really?" "....... I also just wanted to see the sea." "That'll be inconvenient to walk around in. Here." I turned my back to noona. She'd worn heels to look nice. There wouldn't be any comfortable shoes on a sandy beach anyway, but sneakers would still be better than those. "It's fine. I'm okay." "I just... want to carry you on my back." "How much are you going to brag about it later? It's fine." "Are you embarrassed? What does it matter? There's no one else here anyway." Splish. Splish. The sea, making waves all by itself with no one around, somehow looked lonely. "You're not going to do something cliché like dipping your feet in the sea, are you?" "Not to that extent." Carrying noona on my back, I strolled near the water. To anyone watching, we'd just look like a stupid couple completely smitten with each other. "Noona." "What?" "You know what you said before. ....... About dating me." "That story again?" "Why. You like me too." "Who said that? That I like you?" "You don't?" "Yeah. You idiot. I don't." "Then I can go meet other girls? Stay out until late at night." "....... I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know? What if even you don't know your own feelings?" "Stop it! Seriously!" The hand supporting noona's butt moved around wildly. In return, noona hit me repeatedly. "Or at least until the novel ends." Sand was getting into my shoes. There happened to be a bench nearby, so I put noona down. As a gesture of consideration, I brushed off the seat with my palm. "....... Do we really have to decide things like dating or not dating one by one?" "I just wonder what exactly our relationship is." "What do you mean what our relationship is? We're just siblings." "Siblings? This? Kissing and touching each other like this?" "....... Our sibling affection must just be a little deeper than others." "That's way past affection." Peck. I pressed my lips to hers. "See. Now you're even kissing without thinking twice." "It's because you suddenly did it. I didn't even see it coming." "Then should I announce it first? That I'm going to kiss noona?" "......." I openly warned her and pressed my lips to hers again. I didn't put my tongue in, but for biological siblings, it was already a very deep expression of affection. "Decide clearly. Don't be wishy-washy." "Do we have to talk about it right now?" "Yeah. I want to hear it." "If it's not dating." "What is it then." "We're....... in the stage of getting to know each other." "I already know every color of noona's body, what else is there to know." "Stop it, you idiot. Not that kind of thing." "Then what." "In the first place, we....... rushed things too fast. From now on, let's take it slow. Do it properly." "....... It's difficult." "Honestly, we haven't even talked much until now. Let's get to know each other from here on out." "Tsk. Fine. I got it. If that's what noona wants." It's not like I got rejected....... I guess that's something to be grateful for. Splish. Splish. The sound of the waves, which had seemed atmospheric just moments ago, now somehow felt pitiful.